Well, today was eventful in the normal uneventful way my life normally is. I raged against society a bit more today, and in finding one of those truths about life, I realized that it's moving closer to anarchy and Ayn Rand's philosophy (no, not all of it, and yes, I'm as shocked as you are). It really is rather disturbing, but I'll be glad to talk about it if you have no better way to waste your time. (As a Warning to Readers, I strongly advise against seeking the ultimate Truth and furtherance of man's understand of existence. It's not only depressing, but it can really kill a party).
On another note, I went to that farce of a initiation in the National Honors Society. I really don't understand the need for them, but I go along like the rest of the flock because it's not worth protesting (although I do regret not writing my typical "Washington Irving" in the sign-in book thing). On the bright side, I got to mingle with my homies, which I rather enjoyed. It was rather strange, seeing as how I was intoxicated on the atmosphere (I think; maybe Conatser spiked the lemonade). But it was kinda fun; just inspired me to pursue the board game thing more (much better than any stupid movie or other social event). I mean really; who can refuse an all night 4 player Stratego extravanganza.
Thirdly (yes, it's that kind of a day), I borrowed Weird Al's new CD (even though it's been out quite a few monthes) from The Sugue. I enjoyed it. I have a flair for the dramatically and ironically tragic, finding it strangely beautiful but still depressing. The music of a few of the songs was like that, but the words were quite satirical and humorous, making it all the better.
And finally, here's this weeks (and last week's) quotes (even though they both happened just now). Caitlin after getting the riddle wrong:
Caitlin: #$%&#$%&$%*&$%^%^$#$^#
Caitlin: %$&$%$*$%*^$%*$*^$%*^&%^$$@#@
IndubitablyDyl: wow
Caitlin: yep
IndubitablyDyl: You sound quite irritated
Caitlin: yep
Caitlin: you'd better run tomorrow
But things got better, and she tried to get by through flattery:
Caitlin: Dylan, you're such a hunk.
Then she rapidly degenerated into bribery and threats saying:
Caitlin:Winning is Fun.
Caitlin: But Cheating to win is delicious.
(These are barely edited, folks!) And there you have it.
Well, that's all for today. Heck, that should be all for the week! (You wish...)
Tuesday, November 18
Sunday, November 16
Riddle #4
Frozen with no snow or ice;
A moment sold for a price;
Real, imagined, some of each,
Reality’s frame it does often breach.
All sorts of action, but of movement none;
It can render shadows brilliant or darken the sun.
Full of emotion, yet it never feels;
A deeper message it often deals.
What you see, someone else may not:
Life’s great meaning or an ink blot?
If ages old, it’s timeless still.
Know the answer? Then please tell Dyl!
Well, another week another riddle. I didn't get around to a very hard one (again), but maybe next week. Interest seems to be waning, which is alright, more glory for the three of you still answering! The scores thus far are Derek 5, Elizabeth G. 5, Caitlin 5, The Sugue 3, Martha 2, Melissa 2, Lee 1, Elizabeth E. 1, Kelly 1.
I'll delay the answer time limit again, just because I can. But at any moment, I may decide to enforce it (I'm tricky, ya know). Anywho, time for some Pre-Cal. Unenthusiastic "yays" for everyone!
A moment sold for a price;
Real, imagined, some of each,
Reality’s frame it does often breach.
All sorts of action, but of movement none;
It can render shadows brilliant or darken the sun.
Full of emotion, yet it never feels;
A deeper message it often deals.
What you see, someone else may not:
Life’s great meaning or an ink blot?
If ages old, it’s timeless still.
Know the answer? Then please tell Dyl!
Well, another week another riddle. I didn't get around to a very hard one (again), but maybe next week. Interest seems to be waning, which is alright, more glory for the three of you still answering! The scores thus far are Derek 5, Elizabeth G. 5, Caitlin 5, The Sugue 3, Martha 2, Melissa 2, Lee 1, Elizabeth E. 1, Kelly 1.
I'll delay the answer time limit again, just because I can. But at any moment, I may decide to enforce it (I'm tricky, ya know). Anywho, time for some Pre-Cal. Unenthusiastic "yays" for everyone!
Saturday, November 15
Bored Games
On another note, now that West is out of the playoffs, I need something to do Friday nights. Well, actually I need something to do any night, but I particularly like Friday Nights more than most others. So I thought "What would be the best thing to do when bored?" Then, I thought "What is wrong with society today?" After the initial overload and feelings of hopeless for the future of mankind, I thought of the answer to at least one question. "I know, play a Bored Game!" I know, I know, you're groaning from literary pain. Sorry for the pun, but the point remains.
Now, unless I can find some dark alley corner or a phat pad, actually playing an actual game might be an exercise in hopeless futility. So it might be a nice idea to make use of this wonderful waste of time we call Al Gore's internet (yes, I know his quote is just taken out of context and he didn't say it, but it's still fun to point fun at). Using yahoo, or playsite, or whatever works, I'd like to at least get 4 people. If more doubtfully and foolishly show interest, we can have mini-tournaments. So, if you'd be interested in playing some sort of game online (ie spades, monopoly, Go Fish, what have you) or in whatever plane of existence you so desire on a semi-regular basis, speak up. If you don't know how to play anything, I'm sure you can learn.
Although most of my ideas like this fail miserably, I figure I can go ahead and give it a shot. I can't look much crazier and foolish than I already do. Right?
Now, unless I can find some dark alley corner or a phat pad, actually playing an actual game might be an exercise in hopeless futility. So it might be a nice idea to make use of this wonderful waste of time we call Al Gore's internet (yes, I know his quote is just taken out of context and he didn't say it, but it's still fun to point fun at). Using yahoo, or playsite, or whatever works, I'd like to at least get 4 people. If more doubtfully and foolishly show interest, we can have mini-tournaments. So, if you'd be interested in playing some sort of game online (ie spades, monopoly, Go Fish, what have you) or in whatever plane of existence you so desire on a semi-regular basis, speak up. If you don't know how to play anything, I'm sure you can learn.
Although most of my ideas like this fail miserably, I figure I can go ahead and give it a shot. I can't look much crazier and foolish than I already do. Right?
Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dead
Well I just thought I should inform those who don't know that I am, in fact, the Evil Twin. During elementary school and early Middle School, the Good Twin was the one making the calls. He was generally a happy kid, albeit often stressed. Rathey shy, liked to tell jokes, read quite a bit, ate at least two meals a day, had a few bursts of anger (a few homicide attempts), but that was just venting. Then, he got frustrated during middle school (That's a tragedy for another day). So, in a moment of his weakness, I knocked him over the head with a dictionary and tossed his body in the river (along with a bag full of kittens I just happened to have). Since then, I've been calling the shots. Cynical, foolish, on a purposeless hunger strike, sometimes downright odd, apathetic, evil puppy kicker extraordinare that's me.
Sometimes I wonder if Good Twin is still out there, trying to come back. Perhaps after I've gained full domination of the world, he'll show up in the whole hero-bravado thing and try to take me out from my perch of power (even though the world will be in a general utopia; some people are just silly like that). Then we'll have an epic all out struggle, judgment day, the apocalypse, yada yada, and then I'll win again. It's a vicious cycle.
Sometimes I wonder if Good Twin is still out there, trying to come back. Perhaps after I've gained full domination of the world, he'll show up in the whole hero-bravado thing and try to take me out from my perch of power (even though the world will be in a general utopia; some people are just silly like that). Then we'll have an epic all out struggle, judgment day, the apocalypse, yada yada, and then I'll win again. It's a vicious cycle.
Wednesday, November 12
Can you really blackmail the time-space continuum?
I wondered that myself this morning, as I rushed to school having woken up at 8:10 and left the house at 8:14. Now, normally it takes around 17-20 minutes to get to school. Still, I managed to get to school and would have been in the English door if they didn't have the side doors locked. So, even though I walked in 3seconds after the bell rang, I did not sign in on the principal of door redundancy (and because I didn't want to be late).
I was still shocked that I had made it on time (sorta). I can only conclude that the guys at the time-space continuum decided to lend a hand. Now, for those who don't know, the employees of "Time/Space Incorporated" (as they're sometimes called) are all real jerks. For instance, that whole watched pot thing, that's them. The whole "one more mile and I'm there" thing, that's them. They're just not nice. Some say it's because of the strain of the work, others say it's because they never get any recognition, most people just say "Dylan, there are no beings working the time-space continuum, now get back in your padded room and start throwing yourself at the walls again."
Now you may be asking "But Dylan, why does life exist?" If you are indeed asking that, then you haven't been paying attention. If you are paying attention, you might be wondering how I managed to get the time-space continuum distorted. Well, you see, I've got some dirt on the whole thing. My "radical ideas" seem so incredibly impossible, that they make perfect sense thus they have the ability to shake the very foundations of existence. So, they cut me a little slack to save their jobs and so they won't have to clean up the mess (How else do you think Neptune got created? Someone made a major mistake there, believe you me).
And there you have it. Until next time or space or plane or whatever.
I was still shocked that I had made it on time (sorta). I can only conclude that the guys at the time-space continuum decided to lend a hand. Now, for those who don't know, the employees of "Time/Space Incorporated" (as they're sometimes called) are all real jerks. For instance, that whole watched pot thing, that's them. The whole "one more mile and I'm there" thing, that's them. They're just not nice. Some say it's because of the strain of the work, others say it's because they never get any recognition, most people just say "Dylan, there are no beings working the time-space continuum, now get back in your padded room and start throwing yourself at the walls again."
Now you may be asking "But Dylan, why does life exist?" If you are indeed asking that, then you haven't been paying attention. If you are paying attention, you might be wondering how I managed to get the time-space continuum distorted. Well, you see, I've got some dirt on the whole thing. My "radical ideas" seem so incredibly impossible, that they make perfect sense thus they have the ability to shake the very foundations of existence. So, they cut me a little slack to save their jobs and so they won't have to clean up the mess (How else do you think Neptune got created? Someone made a major mistake there, believe you me).
And there you have it. Until next time or space or plane or whatever.
Monday, November 10
Riddle #3
Ally of downtrodden, it gives the weakest a chance;
A much needed fuel for an optimist's stance.
It lends even the worst off a reason to live,
A chance for a better future is what it does give.
The young usually have it, but it fades after time,
It still provides quite a boost through life's arduous climb.
But the higher you climb, the greater your fall,
If you stake too much, you just might lose it all.
Alone it is useless, just the substance of dream,
With determination it forms a powerful team.
It inspires progress, improvement, success
You might need a lot, to interpret this mess.
Well, better late than never. Sorry for the delay; perhaps I'll eventually get around to writing them ahead of time. At any rate, I finally did get it done, and that's what matters. As a note, for the confused reader, "this mess" refers to the riddle not the answer and "with determination" means along with the idea determination, not how it forms the "team", (I know some of you have a tizzy about that sort of thing).
As for the standings, last week's riddle was worth 2 points for a certain answer, one point for the weaker, not a focused or concentrated answer (IM me if you're confused). So here they are, in no particular order: Derek 3, Elizabeth G. 3, Caitlin 3, Martha 2, Melissa 2, The Sugue 1, Lee 1, Elizabeth E. 1, Kelly 1.
It's still not too late to answer for this week's and last week's riddles. If you haven't please do so soon. I'll still accept the answers until next Monday, after which I'll start enforcing a week long limit (if you do answer after that, you can still get half credit).
That's all, for now.
A much needed fuel for an optimist's stance.
It lends even the worst off a reason to live,
A chance for a better future is what it does give.
The young usually have it, but it fades after time,
It still provides quite a boost through life's arduous climb.
But the higher you climb, the greater your fall,
If you stake too much, you just might lose it all.
Alone it is useless, just the substance of dream,
With determination it forms a powerful team.
It inspires progress, improvement, success
You might need a lot, to interpret this mess.
Well, better late than never. Sorry for the delay; perhaps I'll eventually get around to writing them ahead of time. At any rate, I finally did get it done, and that's what matters. As a note, for the confused reader, "this mess" refers to the riddle not the answer and "with determination" means along with the idea determination, not how it forms the "team", (I know some of you have a tizzy about that sort of thing).
As for the standings, last week's riddle was worth 2 points for a certain answer, one point for the weaker, not a focused or concentrated answer (IM me if you're confused). So here they are, in no particular order: Derek 3, Elizabeth G. 3, Caitlin 3, Martha 2, Melissa 2, The Sugue 1, Lee 1, Elizabeth E. 1, Kelly 1.
It's still not too late to answer for this week's and last week's riddles. If you haven't please do so soon. I'll still accept the answers until next Monday, after which I'll start enforcing a week long limit (if you do answer after that, you can still get half credit).
That's all, for now.
Sunday, November 9
The Rebels Went Down to Cleveland
Well, last night was rather interesting. I remembered to bring gloves so, unlike last time, my hands did not turn into the hands of Death itself and burn with the fires that can only be found in the coldest of cold (very minimal frostbite recovery pains, for those less dramatically inclined). And, of course, we won. For those who missed it, you missed a good game.
One of the strange things about High School games is that I don't pay attention to them constantly. Usually I'll pay attention through the first quarter or so, get distracted through the second, talk to the band in the third, and pay attention in the fourth. Last night was no different. I was summoned to Martha and Cathy's side to participate in "cute" "clever" word plays such as "My Little Chinese Take-Out", "My Danish Danish", "My Mexican Jumping Bean", etc. Now, I'm as much a fan as plays on words as the next guy, but after awhile even I have my limit. Apparently they don't. So, after numerous escape attempts involving flares, jail breaks, and a whole lot of confetti, a decoy presented herself and I jumped the razor-sharp, electric fence, got past the heat-seeking guard kittens, and evaded the Acid-shooting Helicopters to make my get-away into the bright horizon. Well, I may have exaggerated a bit, and it really wasn't that bad, but nevertheless, it's still based on truth I tells ya!
The Pep Bus was also slightly interesting. Now, most of you who come here can generally go along with whatever crazy, rambling, random, nonsensical conversations I come up with. To the uninitiated, I just seem crazy (no, I know what I said. You don't have to point out the flaws and or irony). I believe I've convinced Michael Winston (a former Northwestern, such as myself. Once you've been through that horror, you lose a piece of your soul!) that I am just that. Now, I can't be sure, but he gave me quite a few "Riiiiggghhhtttt" looks. I mean, I only talked about the right way to found and use a cult and the ethics of hobo killing (one is an accident, two is a public service, three is a serial killing, yada yada). He didn't go along with it as well as I'm sure some of you would have, but he didn't mace and/or maul me either.
Anyway, I should be posting a riddle later today or tomorrow (my sister created a violent take-over while I was writing this so although it was started Saturday, it's being posted Sunday). I don't want to make Sunday's post super long, we'll just have to see how things go. Until next time...
One of the strange things about High School games is that I don't pay attention to them constantly. Usually I'll pay attention through the first quarter or so, get distracted through the second, talk to the band in the third, and pay attention in the fourth. Last night was no different. I was summoned to Martha and Cathy's side to participate in "cute" "clever" word plays such as "My Little Chinese Take-Out", "My Danish Danish", "My Mexican Jumping Bean", etc. Now, I'm as much a fan as plays on words as the next guy, but after awhile even I have my limit. Apparently they don't. So, after numerous escape attempts involving flares, jail breaks, and a whole lot of confetti, a decoy presented herself and I jumped the razor-sharp, electric fence, got past the heat-seeking guard kittens, and evaded the Acid-shooting Helicopters to make my get-away into the bright horizon. Well, I may have exaggerated a bit, and it really wasn't that bad, but nevertheless, it's still based on truth I tells ya!
The Pep Bus was also slightly interesting. Now, most of you who come here can generally go along with whatever crazy, rambling, random, nonsensical conversations I come up with. To the uninitiated, I just seem crazy (no, I know what I said. You don't have to point out the flaws and or irony). I believe I've convinced Michael Winston (a former Northwestern, such as myself. Once you've been through that horror, you lose a piece of your soul!) that I am just that. Now, I can't be sure, but he gave me quite a few "Riiiiggghhhtttt" looks. I mean, I only talked about the right way to found and use a cult and the ethics of hobo killing (one is an accident, two is a public service, three is a serial killing, yada yada). He didn't go along with it as well as I'm sure some of you would have, but he didn't mace and/or maul me either.
Anyway, I should be posting a riddle later today or tomorrow (my sister created a violent take-over while I was writing this so although it was started Saturday, it's being posted Sunday). I don't want to make Sunday's post super long, we'll just have to see how things go. Until next time...